Endlessly // h.s.

XIII

It was all impulse, what Harry had done. He'd put almost no thought into his action. With him being so close to Evie, it was in his very nature to lean down and press his lips to those of his dimidium.

But even though it was just impulse, he didn't regret it, not even a little bit.

The moment their lips had met, the feeling of solatium was intensified a hundredfold. Harry's body, from his head to his toes, felt like it was tingling with warmth and power and love. Yes, Harry undoubtedly loved Evie. It was the one thing he was sure about in this beautiful moment.

The only unfortunate thing was, Evie wasn't kissing him back. She kept completely still as Harry moved his lips slowly against hers. But at least she wasn't pulling away. Small steps, Harry thought to himself.

He let out a small moan in the back of his throat as he tightened his grip on her cheeks and deepened the kiss, and there it was. That was when Evie finally decided to kiss him back, her soft lips pressing firmly forward onto his.

Unfortunately, that was also the moment that a knock sounded on the bedroom door.

Harry was perfectly willing to ignore the knock, but Evie pulled away and turned her face down and to the side, avoiding his gaze. The look on her face suggested that she regretted what had just happened.

"Evie..." he whispered as he turned her face back up to his. She squeezed her eyes shut so that she wouldn't have to look at him and Harry felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

Before he could do or say anything else, the knocking came again, more insistent this time.

"Fucking hell," Harry breathed before stepping away from Evie and stalking over to the door. He ripped it open angrily.

"What," he growled deeply at whoever had interrupted his moment with Evie.

It turned out to be Liam, which explained why the person hadn't just barged in (like Harry knew Niall would). Always polite, that Liam was. He was one of Harry's most trusted men, and Harry had known the brown-eyed Salvator for about two centuries.

"Erm... Sorry to interrupt but the Scottish clan is about to fly out and they wanted to speak with you first," Liam said nervously.

Harry gritted his teeth and closed his eyes for a second. He was annoyed, annoyed at Liam for interrupting him and Evie, annoyed at the Scottish Salvators who seemed to think their business was more important than Harry's dimidium.

"Why can't Niall handle this?" Harry asked irritatedly. He had just had a breakthrough with Evie, they had just kissed for the first time, and Harry wanted to spend more time with her.

"They're angry, Harry. Absolutely furious and they won't calm down until you talk to them," Liam informed.

"What? What are they angry about?" Harry was exasperated.

"Niall didn't accept the merge that they proposed, and they aren't exactly happy about it. They're making a scene in the main hall," Liam grimaced.

Harry ran his hand through his hair and let out an aggravated sigh.

"Fine. I'll deal with it. Keep Evie company, will you?" Harry asked Liam. He didn't want his dimidium to be left alone anymore, she was still so fragile.

He looked back only to see Evie sitting on the bed, hands in her lap and head hung low. It looked like she was deep in thought, like she was upset about something. Upset about kissing you, Harry thought to himself. His heart broke even more, if that was possible.